Music is like Magic

So much familiarity, till it hurt.
The revived passions, adverse to memories.
With connected fibers,
Fluid flowed through my arms and throughout.
While those brief moments of informal
It was as though a part had infused into me.
Every single moment, flushed with memories, and fantasies.

I was so compelled to tighten my grasp.

 

 

This is your moment and every single minute you spend tryin to hold on to it cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when it’s at its end.

When it Rains

Its awfully scary, when you cry out for rain and God or Someone answers your cry. Feeling so, overjoyed, with that silence that seems to wash away all problems. Just water that flows through the dirt and shit bringing them along into the sewers. With temperatures way below average, the chilling shivers shakes off the imminent load.

Yet, when the sun rises all is clear that nothing had been accomplished. That mere fleeting enjoyment were like themselves. Comes and Goes. The petrifying cold would cause you so much hurt, I couldn’t bare to feel as though I called upon a disaster. Then again, just by flickers of channels, it always seems that when it pours in here. It floods, somewhere else, or worse( there has been typhoons and earthquakes and well get what I mean). Yet I still do look forward to each time it rains, and always smile, when it rains.

Help Me.

Hold Me.

 

 

Its not OVER.

Chemistry Pure MCQ 2009

1.A
2.C
3.A
4.C
5.C
6.C
7.A
8.A
9.B
10.B
11.A
12.A
13.B
14.A
15.C
16.D
17.C
18.C
19.D
20.D
21.B
22.C
23.C
24.D
25.C
26.D
27.B
28.C
29.B
30.D
31.A
32.B
33.D
34.B
35.D
36.B
37.D
38.A
39.D
40.C

Pure Biology MCQ 2009

1.D
2.B
3.D
4.A
5.A
6.C
7.A
8.C
9.C
10.C
11.C/D
12.D
13.D
14.B
15.A
16.B/D
17.C
18.C
19.B
20.A
21.A
22.B
23.C
24.A
25.D
26.C
27.A
28.D
29.C
30.D
31.B
32.B
33.D
34.B
35.C
36.A
37.C
38.D
39.D
40.C /A

Answers are not perfect. Open for Discussion. Red is Wrong. Orange should be the correct answer=)

All again, For you.

Its a new life. Yet, its the same old thing.

Growing so deep, it has replaced the old core. The twin had overruled. Yet while both have switched mastership constantly, dwellings of both at the same instant is inevitable as they fight for power. Controlling every nerve.

Sitting down with knees close to my chest, hugging them in fear of letting my insides rupture through the physical, the presence had kept me feeling safe. While my presence had been a natural ward, keeping safe from lies, pretense, false hope, selfishness. Though I was so glad, the former incidents that had crafted me out cringes, sending shivers right to the tips.

Its a new scent. Just as how it was, strong.

Fears of the eventual outcomes keep me bounded to practicality. While I stand, confused of my identity, there is one that I pray that I’ll never be. And it haunts me, at this position, because it could make me, become the monster I feared.

Is this merely a longing desire for social temperament or is it selfless selfishness.

Sam

Mental retardedness  encompasses intellectual wit with the mental tenacity to face up to reality. While the world degrades you as idiot or retarded by a mere glance of your report card, to me, without the ability to handle truths and rising up to them, that is when you are most retarded.

And there are instances, where I am retarded. Where you, are retarded as well.

To me, Sam, is a genius.

 

Windows Mobile,
Makes all phones look vile.

Sigh.

So Many Thousands of Feets off the Ground

If everything had a purpose.
Then my life has a purpose. Well that’s no wonder. Yet then again, my death must have a purpose. That the ultimate designer is playing ikea* for a simple passing on to be significant.

*products from ikea are constructed to last a period of time before they self-destruct or “collapse due to wear ad tear”. This promotes users to return to ikea. Attractive products causes consumers to constantly return while compromising on quality.

Distant Worlds

Familiar spotted sheets..cluttered shelves and large covers. It felt as though I were back there.

In response to the familiar scene, my body took charge of it’s reflexive actions, curbing the influx of throb. And not only that, it got myself ready for what we did.

Yet, in this distinct parallel of situations, my mind was of utmost clarity in reality. Fixating on the present and now.

Irony, of an Irony

The New Paper criticises Ris Low’s claims to be spokesperson for Speak Good English Movement.

I’m so bananas I’m showin up to your open casket
to fill it full of explosive gasses
and close it back with a lit match in it
while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh roll you and smoke the ashes

Common Scrawls

Glancing through the ink stained pages, having mere split seconds to register maximum information to capture the gist of the whole and thus responding to it. Sweat filled my palms and the temperatures dipped as sophisticated diagrams was endowed. I wondered, if this, was really a math paper. It could’ve passed of as an art paper.

Placing back the cover aligning the paper back to it’s origin, my mind swirled with massive thoughts. The table cluttered with stationary and sheets of paper, the small desk seem inadequate for it’s purpose. However, the clock still ticked while random thoughts-both ridiculous and insightful filled. It began, finally.

Scawling the same old scribbles that spelled my name, it seems that my fingers have also turned disobedient to my call. Numb from the cold, sourced from both nervousness and the air condtioner.

Each question, attempted with such cautiousness, I didn’t want any ridiculous mistakes. Gobbling down liquid that suspressed the uneasiness. With each question, I laboured, with one common thought.

I prayed, for every page that I turned. The boring old ang mohs have finally realised repetiveness is annoying yet their realization was at our cost.

Yet this time, as always, I entered in to the same common hall, yet with different mindset from the past four years. Nope, it wasn’t, “this is it, it boils down to this”; I had always thought that way for every exam. But it was unexplained.

Each question, I attempted, hoping so much that I had the power to inform you of my findings. Each question I prayed not that I would be able to overcome it, but prayed that you would. This strange, hope, was fuel, and I’m uncertain about the details yet I’m certain that it is a fire, worth keeping.

Do your best(:

Falling for a Chance.

This is who I really am.